From the blog

A couple of weeks ago I went to my son Henry’s class for “circle time.” Henry’s the one standing next to me in the wide blue stripes.

I can’t say that there was absolutely no pressure, because the visitor the previous week had been Astronaut Gavin, an Actual Astronaut in the NASA training program. Henry had become so smitten that he’d insisted on dictating a letter to Astronaut Gavin, the first sentence of which was, “Thank you for letting me give you hugs.” Not that it’s competitive or anything, but the bar had already been set pretty high.

When I came in, the teachers asked if anyone knew what my name was. “HENRY’S MOM!” everyone yelled.

I took the violin out of the case and showed everyone the violin. Some of them were impressed.

That said, the audience was not without its critics.

But once I agreed to play to the listener’s belly button, the response was more positive.

Before I knew it, everyone had lined up to take a ride on the bow.

Some were what I’d call naturals.

And finally, after everyone had danced, came the best part, at least for me:

Maybe this is how astronauts feel.

3 comments

Peggy - February 25, 2013 8:55 AM

Not a competition, no, but I like how Henry let you know that Astronaut Gavin has nothing on you.